A Series of Drabbles: Day 4

Fourth of December, 2011

Todays Word of The Day:


Church key n

A can opener having a triangular tip that pierces the can. 

I’d been having trouble all day with this one assignment. I was supposed to have written a fluff piece about a bookdrive in my neighbourhood but everything I wrote sounded stupid or corny. I’d picked up drinking my way through annoying assignments.

Adam was at the base for the night and I wasn’t expecting him anytime soon nor did I think he was going to be home before I had a chance to replace his favourite beers. Lately he’s been obsessed with Scandinavian type beers, the one that comes In a glass bottle and not a can as well as a type in a can.

A little while after the third can I was starting to get my head around an idea, an angle to make a simple book drive a little more interesting.

I finished the cans fairly quickly and moved onto the beer in the glass bottles. I found a can opened in the drawer and opened another beer. I was running out of place to put anything on my small desk and I didn’t want to lose the opener so I put it through my ponytail and tightened it.

I’d barely drunk three glass beers but had finished my article when I heard the van drive up the drive and come to a halt. I panicked and quickly tried to grab as many of the cans as possible to get rid of the evidence but alas, my legs were not cooperating and I tripped over myself and fell, the cans clanging as they hit each other and the floor.

I looked up to find Adam standing above me, smiling.

“Bad night?” He broke into a laugh and helped me up to my feet and hung on to me because somehow my legs still wouldn’t cooperate with me. “Did you atleast save me one?”

“In the fridge,” he put me on one of the barstools, walking around the counter to open the fridge and picked out a beer. His hands automatically went through the drawer for the can opener but came out unlucky.

“Where’s the church key?” He asked, turning around to me.

“Do I look religious to you?” I demanded.

“The can opener, boozer.” I shrugged my shoulders a little too theatrically, nearly tipping over. He watched me steady myself. “Did you finish your article?”

“Hell yes, sir! I nailed it!” He laughed, putting down the bottle he went to pick me up.

“You need to sleep,” He said as he carried me through the house and into the bedroom and lastly put me down on the bed. “I’ll go clean up your mess before turning in too.” I watched him leave and then fell backwards. Something hit the back of my head, I muttered a curse trying to figure out what it was. I pulled something out of my hair and realized with an audible oh!

“Adam!” I yelled. “I’ve found the key to the church!”

Word Count: 490

Fun Factor: 5/5